When Ji Hao walked out of the bone house with the little shrimp warrior, he had already become another unimpressive little shrimp warrior, with cyan-grey shell, sharp head, slim limbs, and a stooped body. He carried a short fish bone spear, wearing a rubbish armor made from iron tree bark, and looking like a fainthearted mouse trying to steal an egg.
In a stinky puddle by the road, Ji Hao saw the reflection of himself and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
Priest Hua’s Dao of evolvement was indeed powerful, and his shapeshifting magic was truly ingenious. So many powerful beings existed in Pan Gu world, but not even Priest Dachi, Qing Wei, or Netherworld Priest created a shapeshifting magic like this.
"Interesting, Priest Hua’s little tricks are truly interesting." murmured Ji Hao. Guided by the little shrimp warrior, they sneakily moved forward by the corner of a wall.